Category: Anal

Daddy made me hang my head off the end of the bed. I knew what that meant. I would be face fucked. We had a full weekend of play and Daddy was diving deeper and deeper into his Masterhood.

He had forced his cock down my throat on the couch with some success and some choking. In the upright position he hits my throat and plugs it completely making me gag unless I'm clearly focused on relaxing for him. He held me on his cock several times where I panicked and came up gasping for air.

Now though, I had my head hung off the side of the bed and he mounted my face. In this position it's a straight shot through my mouth down my throat. There is no curve to hinder his entry. He slides right in. He let me quickly moisten his whole length then he fucked my mouth fast and hard.

I was lulled by his talk and the deeply submissive state he had me in. I was calm, I was his slut toy, his chattel. I was his human flesh light. He fucked my face until my lips and cheeks were glistening with spit. My eyes closed and I was in a world of his making.

He fucked my mouth and throat with pure dominant ferocity. He would push all the way into my throat and plug any avenue I had to breathe. He'd grunt and hold himself there until the desperation to breathe would build and blossom in my lungs. They would ache to explode the used air out of my mouth. I'd tap his leg in a weak attempt to obey nature. Finally he pulled out and I'd gasp.

All the while he talked. His words lured me along in the dark under the trance of his dominance. "Take it slave. You are mine to fuck as I will. My fuck toy. My little cum whore, you're going to take my cum and like it, aren't you?" Questions I couldn't answer. He would answer them for me with a deeper thrust urging a gagging response.

He pulled out of my throat and turned. He pushed his ass in my glistening face. "Lick it whore. Lick my ass. You know you want it. Lick it!" He bent over and his asshole pushed down on me. I licked it, I was eager for it. His ass cheeks pushed down on my cheeks and my face was mashed up in his crack. I licked his puckered asshole for the heady submissive thrill of it. He commanded and I obeyed. I licked and sucked and heard him groan. God, I was in ecstasy with it. I loved that he did not flinch in demanding the dirty things he wanted from me.

I loved every moment of him taking what he wanted without apology or hesitation. I am his fuck toy. I am owned and used. My fantasy has come to life.

Like this:

I’m not sure how the mood turned but it did. The smell of sex permeated in minutes.

I sucked his cock after permission was given. My tongue, my throat, his silky hard cock. I was entranced. I savored every lick, the stretch of my throat, my restricted breathing.

“On your belly, baby girl.” I felt languid from touching him. I rolled over presenting him my ass, thighs, back. His hands caressed, his eyes ravished. I breathed in his pheromones.

The vibe materialized under me. Pushed up between my thighs. It coaxed and cajoled my sex. But his words, oh his words, those seduced my mind. “Are you my whore? Yes, you are. That’s a good whore. You’re going to be my good little cum whore and give me what I want.”

His fingers curled into the close hairs at the nape of my neck and pulled my head up. His teeth grazing the side of my neck as venom dripped from his lips. “My good slut, feel it, take it. Give me what I want. You want to, I know.”

His hand released the adder’s grip from my neck and pushed my face into the sheets. His face pushed between my ass cheeks, his tongue assaulted my asshole. My back arched on its own, opening me to him while vibrations continued their relentless affair under me.

“I should just fuck your ass right now, no warm up, and listen to you whimper.” His finger slid into my tight hole. He knew how that threat would scare me, excite me. I feared him tearing me, but I ached for him stretching me wide. Oh, the dichotomy. My pussy spasmed with every threat.

His finger fucked my ass. The intense sensations from ass to clit were turning my soul. Rolling her like swine in slop. “Dirty girl, you’d like me to take your ass. You want to be my dirty whore. Such a good little dirty whore you are.”

He pushed the vibrator up high and tight on my throbbing clit. I would not take long, I was gone. Only a dirty slut remained pinned under him. I responded to him now, the frenzy was upon me. “Yes Daddy, I’m your dirty girl, dirty girl. Wicked dirty girl.” I spoke in tongues to my Devil, my captor.

My body convulsed, I continued to spew filth as the orgasm tore through my body and mind. Hot sticky glorious waves of pleasure. He pushed me down on the vibe knowing I’d want it gone now. “No, take it, ride it.” Fuck! Please let it stop, I can’t take it.

I kept coming with his hand pressing me down. I rode the storm. My mental ship and all her crew tossed on the churning, roiling tide. The vibe stopped, it must have. Breathing became my world. His warmth and caress my heaven.

“That’s right. Good girl. You did very well. Such a good girl.” I wrapped myself in him. His love, his approval. My bliss.

Like this:

Daddy and I were home alone on a weekend. He was leaving on a plane the next day and the separation loomed in front of us.

I told him I wanted to get drunk and massage him. He was amenable to the idea. Not that I need to be drunk to give a massage. I always love touching him. But there is a place I can slip into with just a slight buzz. A physical, sexual place where I can close my eyes and just feel. It is somethig akin to subspace, a different level of consciousness.

We had a drink and Daddy was smoking a cigar. We were out on our patio enjoying each other. I felt too far from him sitting in the other chair and took the cushion from mine, putting it between his knees on the concrete. I knelt before him and wrapped my arms around his belly. My safe place. My rightful place in this world, at his feet.

I felt so many emotions there close to him. I felt love and heat. I felt the fear of losing him in this move. I felt submissive and I wanted to have his cock in my mouth. All these desires and feelings and fear fought to overwhelm me. Yet I looked up to him when beckoned.

“Mine.” He said. Claiming what is his.

“Yes Daddy, yours.” I smiled with the heat of my love apparent.

“What do you want baby girl?”

“May I suck your cock Daddy?” I needed him.

“Yes, you may but first I want you to go put in the medium plug.” I nodded and rose from my position. I went to our bathroom and applied lube to the medium anal plug. I knelt at the sink and inserted it slowly. I felt it stretch me wide then it was in.

I returned to Daddy and knelt again at his feet. He pulled down his shorts as I knelt further down. I rolled my tongue around his already growing girth. That’s what I love, what I needed. I lost myself in the taste, the smell, the texture of him in my mouth. I pulled him all the way into the back of my throat. I sucked him until I gagged for air then I pulled back. I looked up at him with a mouthful of cock. We made eye contact. I feel vulnerable, so incredibly vulnerable like that but I forced myself to look up to him, to be seen in the act of pleasing him.

Little did I know that he had taken pictures of me right before. He showed them to me later. I looked entranced. I really loved the pictures actually.

After a while I pulled back to catch my breath. “Do you want to a beating baby girl?” I nodded yes. I desperately needed one. “Then rise and go inside.”

Like this:

By the end of the eventful day in the pool, I was slightly tipsy and very horny. Mr. D leaned into me, kissing me with intensity. “Want to go upstairs?” I asked. I wanted him.

He looked around the pool, the other couples were occupied. “Yeah, let’s go.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me to the stairs. We waved to our crew and went up to the room.

Daddy led me to the balcony overlooking the pool. On the tenth floor, no one could see us unless we were right at the railing. He pushed me down on the chaise lounge and pulled my bikini bottoms off. His fingers probed me. He worked them inside me until I was wet and ready. He mounted me there, outside in the hot, humid air. I was panting for him after all the teasing.

After a brief fucking, we got up and went into the room to get more comfortable. I took the rest of my suit off in the shower to hang it up. Our shower was an open plan with no door and a glass block wall. Inside there were two travertine blocks about two feet high that served as shelves. Daddy joined me in the shower and said, “Bend over, hands on the blocks.”

“Yes Daddy.” I did as commanded. My hands propped me up on the blocks. My head was against the wall and my ass up in the air. He gripped my hips and maneuvered himself until his cock pushed up against my pussy. I widened my stance until my feet were against each wall. It brought me down onto his cock. He pumped into me while the water sprinkled over us. I love being taken from behind and this shower served well for that purpose.

We moved from the shower to the bed. “Get on your side.” Daddy said. He pushed one of my legs up into the fetal position and the other down between his legs. He can slide right into my pussy this way and still have access to my ass.

“I own you. You’re mine.” His cock slammed home.

“Yes Daddy!” I said as I felt his thrust hit home. He lubed his fingers and slid one in my ass. I moaned loudly. There was no one to disturb with my cries. We were away from home and alone in the rooms. He was relentless with his finger and then multiple fingers in my ass. He reamed me. I cried out and panted and held on under the onslaught.

After a few minutes, Daddy switched our positions and was between my legs fucking me on my back. “I want your ass. It’s mine and I’m going to take it.”

I knew that would fail miserably right then. My ass was not ready. I can tell when it’s a good day for anal and it wasn’t. My body wasn’t prepared, my mind wasn’t prepared. Oddly, I didn’t stress about it. I was immediately resigned, I suppose. I didn’t give it a thought. “On your belly.” He said.

I was on my belly waiting. Then I realized it had been too long. He wasn’t making a move. It was too quiet. I looked back up to him. “What’s wrong Daddy?” He gathered me up in his arms.

“It’s not fair to do that to you. We aren’t prepared and we don’t have the right toys with us.” We snuggled and I felt cradled in his care at the moment.

“Baby girl, next week on Thursday you will take your plug and lube to work. You will wait until the afternoon and then will put the plug in your ass. You will wear it for two hours before you come home. Understand?”

“Yes Daddy.”

“Then, I will take your ass.”

I was giddy then. An order, planned preparation, owned and kept for a purpose. I felt complete.

Like this:

We were having a relaxing day. Breakfast was done and he went out to have a cigar. Usually that means he is occupied for about an hour. I decided to have a shower and get dressed so we could go run some errands when he was done.

I dried off and put on a sexy pair of red lace thong panties for later. As I was pulling a pair of jeans shorts over the panties I looked down the hall and Daddy was standing there watching me. My heart raced a little. He pointed at my shorts and lowered his finger to the ground. Oh my, I don’t think we’re going to the store, I thought as I lowered the shorts.

I kept my eyes on him as he walked down the hall. He looked me up and down as I stood there in nothing but panties. “Very nice. I was wondering where you had gone. I called for you but no answer.” He said as he kissed me.

“Sorry Daddy, I was showering.”

“I see that now. I was ready to have a nice relaxing blowjob while I had my cigar but you weren’t around.”

“I’m sorry Daddy.” I felt bad. I had inadvertently missed a cue.

“You should be. Put on your collar and meet me in the dining room.” Then he was gone. My heart raced faster. I threw off the wet towel on my head, shook out my wet hair and followed him to the dining room.

The chairs were pulled out from the table and the table was clear of everything but the red tablecloth that was on it. He wasn’t there at first. He came in from the patio holding a length of rope as I was surveying the room. “Lean over the table, arms out.” I did as told, stretching my body across the table. My thighs were up against the edge with my ass out and my breasts on the table top. “Is that a good height?” He asked. We had never played on this table before. My grandmother’s dining table.

“Yes Daddy, it’s good.” I stretched my body out on its surface, my arms in front of me. When he’s tied me before it’s been on his padded spanking bench or a bed. The hard table was something new. He looped the rope several times then laced my wrists in the loops. He tied me off across the table to the adjacent bar. Fortunately the bar does not currently have wineglasses in it. “You know the words that will release you if needed?” He asked. I told him I did. Our safe words are the standard ‘red’ and ‘yellow’.

Now, I’m stretched across the table with my feet steady on the ground and my ass presented to him. His hands caress all over my back, butt, and thighs. I close my eyes to enjoy the warm up for I know some of what is to come. First, he spanked me barehanded. He has big, warm hands. He is incredibly strong and I felt his power in those first strikes. He spanked me and I bounded forward on the table from the force. My grandmother’s table creaked under me. Randomly, I thought of Daddy just recently gluing and fixing the chairs and that he might end up having to do the same to the table. The strange places one’s mind wanders at the beginning of a beating.

I tilted my head to the side, the table was hard under me. Daddy had tied me with play in the line so I could move around a bit. He picked up an implement, possibly an English riding crop and I felt the sting of it. There were warm up taps all over my ass then he struck me hard. I know I squirmed and let out breathy noises. I really try to breath and take as much as possible. His fingers pushed between my legs and felt my sex. I was already growing wet and we’d only just started. He positioned the crop up against my clit and moved it back and forth in rapid succession. It teased my clit so much. There isn’t enough room between my thighs for any big strikes so I relaxed and pushed out my ass to give Daddy more access.

His fingers pushed against my clit and rubbed hard. I moaned into the tabletop. Next, I felt and heard something different, something new. The sound was light. It was oh so stingy. He was relentless with the swatting implement. At one point I was close to my breaking point and said,”No please, no Daddy.” Whimpering to him and hoping he’d stop.

“You’re asking the wrong person, Daddy’s not here.” I had no idea what he meant, I just wanted the stinging to stop. The cheeks of my ass were getting most of the onslaught and I was close to crying.

Again I said,”Please Daddy, please no more!”

“Daddy’s not here, Daddy is the nice one.” He said as he continued to beat my ass with the stingy thing. “You know how to properly beg for what you want, slave. Or do you no longer want to be my slave?” What? Wait. I did? Oh yes! I did know. It finally occurred to me, my proper protocol.

“That’s better, slave.” The stinging stopped, thank god. He moved to my side and roughly lifted my head by my hair. I looked up at him and he kissed me. I clung to his lips like a castaway on a sinking ship. Our connection, his lips, these were my saviors right then. “You know what that was, don’t you?” I shook my head. “That was the stingy toy you bought for Goddess.” He showed me the toy. It was a crop with a long handle and a plastic red hand for the swatting end. I had bought it to tease Goddess and now he was using it on me.

“Lift yourself up.” He said. I raised up on my forearms, my breasts only slightly on the table. He chose a different crop this time. It felt like a crop but slightly different. It was less stingy, easier on my skin. He peppered my back with a light smattering of hits. He focused some stronger strikes on my shoulders which felt almost like a massage. I loved that.

After some time spent using the second crop he switched to his heavy flogger. This flogger is well oiled leather so it feels very heavy on the skin. He used it mainly on my ass. The tops of my asscheeks took many hard hits. It hits so heavily that it felt like I was being punched with it. Each strike forced out a blast of breath and a staccato sound from me. Wetness from my pussy coated the insides of my thighs. He stopped for a moment and rubbed his hard cock against my heat emitting ass. “See what you do to me?” He said. I pushed back against him. I wanted him inside me so badly. He teased me with his body pushed up against mine, his hands pushing up under my chest to grab my breasts. I moaned shamelessly for him.

He continued flogging me. My back and ass took the heat. Finally he rested. I could hear his labored breathing. It is quite a workout to flog and beat someone like that. He untied me from the bar and grabbed the rope at my wrists. He pulled me unceremoniously down the hall to our bedroom. I saw rive let’s of sweat running down his back. “Get on the bed.” He said as he wiped the sweat from his brow. He untied me and said, “Keep your arms out on the bed, do not move them. Eyes closed.” After being tied for so long, he knew all I ached for was to touch him. Damn it, I thought. I could have cried right then. I wanted connection. “Legs spread, knees bent.” He mounted the bed with his cock against my pussy. Connection, I would get.

Like this:

“You’ve seemed stressed the last few days, is it the job offer?” He asked.

“Yes Daddy.” I nodded. Yes, the possibility of Mr. D getting a job in another state has worn on my mind the last few days.

“It has been on my mind too baby girl. It may or may not happen. We’ll see.” I appreciated his kindness and his trying to put my mind at ease.

It is our first night of four alone in the house. I didn’t want to focus on this stress right at that moment. I put my hand on his cock and stroked it through his silky shorts. I love the feel of silky material outlining his flaccid cock. I stroked it. I enjoyed feeling it begin to grow.

“That’s my little cock. You want sex, hm?” I smiled and kept rubbing his cock through the shorts. “Maybe you should strip off your clothes and maybe you should pull off Daddy’s shorts. Then maybe you could suck Daddy’s cock.” He said.

“Hm,” I said, “Maybe I will.” I held back a smile. With all the maybes being proffered, I just couldn’t resist one more.

“Maybe?” He said. “It’s going to be like that is it?” I laughed. I hadn’t actually meant to be a smart ass but well, there it was.

He held out his hands and seemed to debate in silence with himself as he looked from one to the other hand. Then he said,”On one hand, I could…no. Then I would just be giving you what you want. But on the other hand…” Then he huffed.

“Stand up.” He obviously made up his mind. I rose from the bed and stood next to it. “Take off your clothes.” I dropped my pants to the floor and took off my t-shirt. I stood there naked. “Go to the end of the bed.” I moved between his legs at the end of the bed. “Take them off.”

I took off his shorts and asked, “May I?”

“No, you may not.” He said. “Dust.” I crawled up between his legs and wrapped my arms around his thigh, my face pressed up against his cock. Dusting for us is this, my subservience to him, my worship of his cock. “That’s where you belong.”

“Now, before you suck my cock, baby girl, you have a choice. I want to fuck your ass tonight but if you aren’t ready for that, it’s ok. If you want to then you need to put in your plug.” He tried a couple nights before but I hadn’t been ready. The plug would help make sure I was ready.

“I want to Daddy.” I got up and got the plug from the bathroom. I knelt on the floor near the bed and lubed the plug. I slowly insert it until the large bulbous part slid inside.

“Very good. Now suck my cock.” I got up and knelt again between his legs to suck his cock into my mouth. “See what you do to me?” He was very hard already. I got to work sucking him until I had his cock deep in my throat. After a bit I felt his leg lift up over my head and I disengaged from his cock.

“Stay right there baby girl.” He got up and stood behind me at the foot of the bed. He opened my legs and went down on me while the plug was still in me. Once I was wet he held the plug in place and pushed his cock inside my pussy. It felt so tight with the plug pushing against his cock inside me. He fucked me slowly until he was sure everything was fitting well then he fucked me hard and fast until he came.

If I were listening to myself in those moments I would say that my moans sound very different then when we have only vaginal penetration. There is something about double penetration that puts me into another place. I can’t help the noises I make, it’s an automatic response.

“You make some crazy sounds when I’m in both your holes. Whether with the little pink plug, my fingers or the big black plug, it doesn’t matter what it is it does something to you,” he said.